The dark cloak of Shi Feiyang fluttered in the wind, resembling the most vigorous brush strokes in an ink wash painting, yet his gaze towards Guo Xiangyu was gentler and more tender than the spring waters of March in Jiangnan, as if intending to drown her in that pool of deep affection.
The newly inserted red plum blossom beside Guo Xiangyu's hair appeared vibrant and dripping with dew against the snowy backdrop, much like her blushing cheeks at this moment, unable to hide the rampant shyness and joy.
Looking at the person before him, Shi Feiyang immediately composed a poem for Guo Xiangyu, his voice clear and filled with deep emotion, "The skirt collects all Jianghu's snow, jade bones and icy skin reflect moonlight. Spring hides in the sleeves to heal chaos, the blade tips condense dew to protect the ends of the earth."
Every word seemed to carry a scorching warmth, gently landing on Guo Xiangyu's heart, stirring it up like waves.
